Best Conveyed Poems

A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their...

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I be a common salty once
          no captain's bars, did bear
     ...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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our beloved brother from India
Dr. Ram’s words are better than gold

board his magic carpet
woven with wit, intellect and insight

soar through sagas steeped in mythology
captivating revelations...

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I gaze on your absence
And listen to the rhythm of my heart
As my fantasy echoes its lyrics
In signs of uncompromising emotions

I daydream of your humorous...

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I took one thought, which then led to some others.
These thoughts were not my own, but they conveyed
a picture bigger than my mind alone
could conjure,...

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Serenading me with vivid poetry
     Her pen extends thoughts so lovely 
Weaving words into graceful birds
     heart-felt...

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Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

Romantic words spilled from his feathered quill
They are but woven threads, tenderly scribed,
an alluring nectar I chose to swill,
symbols of love I...

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INTERCEPTION

Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black

Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed...

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Dew, to Dawn, to Dusk, to Dust: (pause)
A sacred cycle turns, while love endures.

At dawn's first light, beside you,
Where my soul finds peace and rest,
In...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked...

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He held my hand, not one word was spoken

Then a ring he offered as a token

     He could not ask for...

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Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone

Play not a dirge when I am gone;
light no candles, not even one.
A treasured poem would be enough...

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At the joyful sunrise service on Easter morn
On the sands of Daytona Beach no lines are drawn
Worshipers from each Christian denomination
Gather in unison as one...

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